Happy (early) Halloween, folks!
Last night, I threw a party at Ichiriki Loft for the morning crew. Things were hard for us all at the end (stressful, etc) and I wanted it to end on a nice note. About 90% of us made it, including half our weekly guests, whom we considered as part of the family. Fun gathering.
Dash, Ericson, Sheree, Mark, Tasha, Jessica, Tai, Di, Mike, Dayton, Nate, Ryan, Attila
I'd never been to Ichiriki Loft but I'm glad I went. It was awesome. Great food. Good prices. Good service. Nice atmosphere. Casual, mellow, sophisticated. Great recommendation by Nate Ho. Thanks, Nate.
Funny story. Man at the bar saw my lei (that the Honolulu Club guys gave me.) "Happy birthday," he remarked, trying to be friendly. "Not my birthday," I smiled. "What's it for, then?"he replied.
"I got laid off, along with all my friends there, " I gestured. Nine of the ten morning show staffers were cut. "We're having an unemployment party."
"Oh. Sorry," he grimaced.
No biggie, dude. I appreciate the intent.
(upstairs from Ichiriki)
510 Piikoi Street, Ste 202
Honolulu, HI 96814
There’s an attended lot behind the building that houses the restaurant and loft. The lot is accessible from Kona Street. Parking is free for the first 2 hours.
... 17. That's what I'm gonna call Hawaii News Now. Combination of 8 and 9.
Newspeople in this market shorthand the name for each station as just the channel number. KHON2 becomes simply "2," for instance. Even if it shows up as 3 on most peoples' cable channel, we just refer to the official station name. So: "Who was at the presser?" "2, 4, and 8. I didn't see anyone from 9."
We kept saying, "I was watching 8 last night. Or 9. Or whatever." Until finally the suggestion came that we call it 17. Like it.
Gotta clarify in these transitional (read: sensitive) times that it was meant humorously, not with mean intentions.
... Claus and the nanny speak Danish to Olivia. Dang-lish, I guess, it can be called? They speak Danish to her. She usually responds in English, but now and then, with some Danish words. This morning, I awoke to Olivia running away from Claus wielding a hair brush. She was yelling, "I do not want to brush my hor!"
Say it out loud. Yep, sounds just like it looks to American eyes.